The clocks are stuck on eight,
the lights below in the streets
are here again; watch them fireflies fly.
The curtains are drawn,
a bait . Your secret life captured on film.
And the lady smiles at your defeat.
Too late now to hide in lies.
The train departs in time again.
Trolleys and the baggage they carry.
People leave each other behind.
Departure is done, no real pain.
We are lost there after everyone has gone.
I am lost there, after you have gone
You circle the length of my mind as i move on.
Highways and interstates, trash trailer parks,
ocean views, sky blue, goodbye songs.
White lakes, broken hills and bare trees.
Deserts deep, bush under the stars.
Back lanes, fortune cookies,
my skin kissing the breeze.
All these, i am leaving now.
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